Black Sperm's countless small heads looked at each other, finally converging into one main body, and echoed in a submissive tone: "Well, since it's Master Allen's command, we'll pay a little attention to it, as long as those heroes don't get in the way."
Ugly President pouted his big mouth, his small eyes secretly glancing at Allen, only to meet those calm yet unfathomably deep crimson eyes.
His corpulent body trembled, and he quickly squeezed out a fawning smile: "Hehe, that's right! I'll hit wherever Master Allen tells me to! I definitely won't mess around!" He rubbed his hands, looking as obedient as could be.
Gums made gurgling sounds, its huge mouth opening and closing, the viscous saliva dripping even faster. It seemed to be trying hard to express agreement but could only make indistinct noises, getting increasingly anxious. Finally, it simply nodded its massive head forcefully.
"Woof woof!" Pochy also barked twice at the opportune moment, wagging its tail slightly to show obedience.
Psykos manipulated Gyoro Gyoro, the giant eyeball rotating with absolute reverence: "Master Allen's decision is incredibly wise. The Monster Association, from top to bottom, will go all out."
However, not all executives were convinced, such as those who had never been 'educated' by Allen.
A sinister voice came from the shadows in the corner, carrying a hint of dissatisfaction and provocation: "Hmph, that sounds good, 'don't harm heroes'? So we go up there with our hands tied and wait to be encircled by those hypocrites?"
The speaker was Centipede Elder. Its enormous, segmented body wriggled in the shadows, its countless compound eyes glinting with cold light. It was extremely old and powerful, and quite displeased with Allen's sudden kingship and this seemingly restrictive command.
Almost simultaneously, another sharp voice rang out, full of belligerence: "Exactly! Fighting should be exhilarating! If we can't do this and can't do that, what's the point of fighting?! I don't care about any damn high-level or low-level stuff, I'll crush any hero I see!" The speakers were Hellfire Flame and Flash. Speed-o-Sound Sonic was also a ninja from the ninja village.
There was also Gale Wind, who, though silent, let out a cold snort, clearly also impatient with these restrictions.
The atmosphere in the control room instantly grew tense again.
Allen's gaze calmly swept over Centipede Elder, Hellfire Flame, and Gale Wind. That gaze wasn't sharp, but it carried an indescribable weight, as if an invisible mountain was slowly pressing down.
The air in the control room instantly solidified.
Black Sperm's countless small heads all turned towards those three clueless individuals, showing expressions of anticipation. Ugly President's small eyes darted around, and he subconsciously took half a step back. Even Gums stopped gurgling, its huge mouth slightly agape.
"Oh?" Allen's voice was very soft, yet it clearly reached every Monster's ear, "Do you have an opinion?"
Centipede Elder's countless segments wriggled uneasily, its compound eyes flickering, but it still bit the bullet and said: "I'm just speaking the truth! Combat requires going all out; being constrained will only kill our own people!"
Hellfire Flame's flames around him suddenly shot up: "Exactly! If we're going to fight, let's fight to our heart's content!"
Although Gale Wind didn't speak, the air currents around him had already begun to become turbulent.
Allen slowly took a step forward.
With just one step, the floor of the entire control room trembled slightly.
An indescribable pressure emanated from him, spreading outwards. It wasn't a simple energy surge, but a deeper, more fundamental sense of oppression stemming from the essence of life itself.
The three executives simultaneously felt their breath catch.
The next second, Allen's figure vanished.
Not high-speed movement, but a true, sudden disappearance without any warning.
When he reappeared, he was already standing atop Centipede Elder's massive body.
No one saw how he did it, as if he was meant to be there all along.
"Do you think," Allen's voice came from above, terrifyingly calm, "my command has a problem?"
He gently lifted his foot, then lightly stomped down.
"Crack—!"
With a bone-chilling crunch, Centipede Elder's incredibly hard shell instantly became covered in spiderweb-like cracks, centered on where Allen's foot landed!
The massive body was slammed towards the ground by an irresistible force, and with a booming crash, the entire control room violently shook!
Centipede Elder let out a pained shriek, its countless compound eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
It didn't even see how the other party moved!
Hellfire Flame and Gale Wind's pupils constricted, instinctively wanting to retaliate.
But Allen's gaze had already turned to them.
No movement, no words.
Just a look.
Hellfire Flame's flames around him were as if gripped by an invisible giant hand, suddenly extinguishing for the most part, leaving only sporadic flickers.
He felt as if he had been thrown into an absolute zero ice cave, his very thoughts nearly frozen.
Gale Wind was even worse; the turbulent air currents around him instantly subsided, and he felt as if he was nailed to the spot, unable to move even a single finger.
Those calm crimson eyes seemed to see through his every being, making him tremble from the depths of his soul.
Allen slowly stepped down from Centipede Elder's body, each step causing the massive body to twitch.
He came before Hellfire Flame and Gale Wind.
"Now," he asked faintly, "are there still any problems?"
Hellfire Flame swallowed with difficulty, his remaining flames completely extinguished. He lowered his head, his voice hoarse: "No... no more problems, Master Allen."
Gale Wind couldn't even speak, only shaking his head desperately.
Allen then looked at Centipede Elder, who had managed to lift part of its body.
The arrogance in Centipede Elder's compound eyes was long gone, replaced only by fear. It struggled to make a sound: "Yes, yes, Master..."
"I have always advocated convincing people with virtue." Allen's voice broke the silence again, emphasizing the word 'virtue' slightly, "Now, is there anyone else who has questions about the strategic plan?"
"You can speak freely, I won't mind." His gaze swept across the room.
Seeing no one speak, the pressure around Allen receded like a tide, coming and going quickly, as if it had never appeared.
But all the Monster executives in the control room, including those who were already obedient, subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had just surfaced from deep water, their backs drenched in cold sweat.
The reverence in their eyes towards Allen deepened.
"Very good." Allen spoke as if he had merely done something insignificant, "Gyoro Gyoro, immediately formulate a detailed attack plan, clarifying targets and restricted areas. Gouketsu, Black Sperm, you two are responsible for integrating combat power and forming battle groups. Other executives, perform your respective duties and await specific instructions."
"Yes, Master Allen!" This time, the response was uniform, without any discord.
The Monster Association, this vast and chaotic war machine, began to operate efficiently under Allen's absolute will.
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